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~Disclaimer~
My horrible imaginations will not create such wonderful characters, all credits to J.R.R. Tolkien, man I love him for creating such wonderful characters, and Peter Jackson, for finding such wonderful actors and bringing them to life.
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Walking down the wide lanes of his home town brought happiness and contention in the depths of his heart. He sighed as he realised just how much he has missed Mirkwood over the times he had been part of the Fellowship. He walked down the lane and stared at everything, while everyone stared at him. Their Prince, their youngest Prince is back, back from chasing Orcs behind horsebacks. He was a Hero, one of those who battled to destroy the Evil Ring.
With this stomach full from a hearty breakfast, his sensitive nose pricked as he picked up a familiar smell. He turned to face the smirking Elandriel, who was staring at her younger brother in humour.
"Now what is funny?" glared Legolas as he stared at his laughing sister. He has gone through enough embarrassment with her laughing at his follies. Wondering why everyone is staring at him, and wondering why people will make mistakes when it comes to serve him.
"Doesn't that remind you of anything?" asked Elandriel and stepped back to show Legolas the entrace to his favourite sweet shop.
"I love those things!" cried Legolas and picked a sweet from the stand and tossed a coin to the owner, who was staring at the Prince in wonder.
As they walked a little furthur down with the noise of Legolas munching on the sweet, he shot Elandriel a confused look when she stared to laugh again.
"Now sis, what is going on?" demanded Legolas, looking extremely cute with a piece of sweet dripping down since it has began to melt.
"Well, that owner was a lady, and you tossed a coin to her that cold probably buy the whole store, man Legolas, you need to watch how much you spend, though we won't go broke, I won't have enough coins left if you buy a little candy with that, when you probably can buy 10 sticks of candy, 9 refillments for your Bow, 20 dozens of arrows, see how much you have wasted?" teased Elandriel.
"Well...just helping Ada's economy, won't kill." shrugged Legolas and continued eating.
Elandriel knew that the fact that the caring side of Legolas has continued to live. The soft-hearted side of her brother which has been always revealed to the commoners, who dearly respect their Prince for his willingness to walk beside them and eat with them instead of lazing around in the Splendid Palace which loomed above them. Many envy the lives of Nobles who can step beyond the marbled Gates. But the commoners knew that in time of crisis, those marble gates are open for them to take refuge.
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They walked back into the Palace accompanied with laughter. King Thranduil looked out his window to see his only daughter and youngest son return back laddled with bags.
"Now now, who has been emptying their savings?" he teased the who sweaty Royals who were trying to lift up their latest shopping. "I never knew Legolas liked shopping!" cried the King with wide eyes.
"I made him buy some clothes, night gowns don't worry Ada. And he needed to buy a lifetime supply of Arrows, another few knives and a sword." said Elandriel.
"Sword?" asked Thranduil, with one eye brow raised, "He never liked swords!"
"He does now! It is the lightest one we could ever find, it is made out of the finest Mirthil, the was traded with the Dwarves, who has grown friendly since Legolas befriended one of their Kin. Gimli." reminded Elandriel.
"Ah, I see, Mirthil, well, I hope it will come into use, just not hung there on the walls." said Thranduil, before wrinkling his nose. "I smell food, change and lets have dinner, lots of arrangements to make so that the whole realm could see Legolas." before he turned and walked down the hall.
With that, Legolas and Elandriel broke into a race to their rooms and changed a lightning speed before meeting their father in the dining room.
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The next day came quickly and Legolas was being hassled to dress in the royal blue tunic with silver lining. Silver blue tights, (pale blue) [Like in the last scene with him meeting Aragon in the Crowning of the King of Gondor], with soft leather boots. He was hazzled into combing his hair in the royal fashion, which he refused and pulled it into his warrior style. No one dared after Thranduil appeared and told Legolas to just 'hurry and get dressed!'
Stepping out, he looked every bit Royal as anyone could be. Before he stepped out, Falóren stepped behind him and tapped his brother lightly on the shoulder, before pinning a light silvery blue cloak and fastening it with a royal brooch. And tapped his brother lightly on the head, "Forgot something?"
When Legolas looked at his brother in confusion, Melandîn appeared with his Mithril Crown and slipped it on his head, "You need to look every bit Royal as anyone else, and as cute as you are. Make those Maiden elves faint when they see you." teased Melandîn.
A horn blew and the brother rushed to the gates on their awaiting horses, and settled down. With one more Horn Blow, the company trotted out of the safety of the Palace down the road to meet the village. With the King in the lead with Legolas and Elandriel on each side, he smiled in happiness as he watched his Elder Son Falóren ride infront of him, and his younger son behind. He watched with Pride as his people bowed low to him and their Brace Prince, who was in the center of attention. Because with a glance at the prince, many Maiden Elves have fainted into the arms of their friends, and some onto the road which the guards had to carry.
After a hestic day with the meals with the lords, and the occassional compliments he received, he finally laid his back down on his bed and sighed as he finally popped his leg up from the ground. But just as he was about to fall asleep, some urgent horn calls got him rushing out of his room and down to the halls where Gimli stood.
"Gimli!" yelled Legolas and hugged his short friend, "What happened? Weren't you suppose to be in Gondor?" questioned Legolas.
"Master Elf, Isengard has risen!" he cried. And the footsteps of the King and the rest of the family stopped in their tracks. "Orcs have destroyed the Cities surrounding it. The King is in Danger! The Orcs...no ordinary!" cried Gimli with fear in his voice.
"What do you mean no ordinary? Aren't they all some bunch of rotten flesh being horribly dumb?" cursed Legolas.
"No!" cried Gimli, "They are the dead! They are the Dead!! The ones who helped us to win the Battle of the Ring!! He has taken them!! All!! Dug them up from their graves and using the Raising Dead power to raise them and torture them into insanity!! Then poison their minds till they listen and obey him! Worst thing is that they are all skilled, they have all their past skills!! Some are elves!! They are deadly with their aims! Skilled in everything!! We are in War again!" cried Gimli in anguish.
Colours from all present elves faces drained immediately. "He knew...we are low on people..." whispered Legolas in fear. "Gimli, you are sure?" asked Legolas.
"Positive!! I was involved in scouting in the Villages of Isen, they had the last troops, and when we got their call for help and arrived, only to find nearly the whole village under seige. We fought and fought! They were so good, we had to set fire to all the houses and let them burn to kill the Orcs, along with so many innocent people!" cried Gimli. "They are moving fast!! We need help! Please Legolas, we need your help!"
"I wish I can...there is none though...we have less people than ever, so many have left for the safetly of somewhere else, our young ones are still in training, we have no hope here." sighed Legolas. And looked at his father in pleading.
His father shook his head and bowed his head. "Ada!" cried Legolas, "We need to help, they want to wipe us all from existance!! Ada, is there another way? Another way?" pleaded Legolas.
"I am sorry. There isn't another way." cried Thranduil.
"I believe so too." came a Voice behind Gimli.
"Lord Elrond!" cried Thranduil in surprise, his keen elven hearing didn't hear the approach of more horses.
"Good to see you my Lord." bowed Elrond, with his two sons behind him.
"How did you get here?" asked Thranduil.
"We just visited King Elessar and Arwen, and we came here to bring the dreaded news." said Elrond sadly.
"I guess so, isn't there another way for his?" asked Thranduil, and Elrond slowly shook his head, "There isn't another way..."
"Are we going to perish?" asked Legolas worriedly.
"There is still help..." said Thranduil with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Legend..." a smile formed on Elronds lips.
"What is that?" everyone else in the room asked.
"Lets go into the Library and explain." Thranduil said and urshed them into the room.
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"Ada!" cried Elandriel, "What is it?" she asked desperately.
"Shhh....I will tell." said Thranduil and glanced at Elrond who nodded for the King to continue.
"Long ago, there was a story, a legend, a myth, that a Goddess fell in love with an Elven Prince. Despite the protest of both the Gods and the Elves, their marriage was held. Their love was strong and nothing could stop them. The Gods were angry and banished the Goddess from their Realm. But she died when she gave birth to her daughter. And the Gods took pity of her, because she was an immortal and couldn't die. So they revived her and made her stay in the Realm, but with none of her powers." said Thranduil to a room of quiet elves.
"Her power has been passed onto her daughter, and from then on, the Power of the Goddess would pass to her eldest daughter, and youngest, if the elder one dies in an accident. That line has been kept alive, and the last heir has been born a few thousand years ago, and still hasn't yet married, even with her Father, King of the Distand Lands, trying to get her a suitable companion. She is our only hope. She is probably the only one who can now save us from destruction." said Thranduil.
"Distant lands..." muttered Melandîn, "No one can just walk past the borders of Middle Earth into the Distant Lands, there is something that guards it. Plus, which of the Realms is she in? They have just as many realms as us, and which one does she belong to?"
"We will have to see, it is kept in secret. I would need some volunteers to go and..." began Thranduil, but stopped when all hands went up.
"No Elandriel you will not go! Falóren, you must not go, you are the Heir to the throne, I will not risk you out there." barked Thranduil as his childrens sulked, "Legolas and Melandîn, you will take half troops each and go. But remember, go different places, and keep undercover, Valdar guide you."
"I will go."
"Me too." said Elladan.
"Will Lord Elrond allow that?" asked King Thranduil.
"El and El," said Lord Elrond with their nicknames, which hinted that their father is going to plead them. "I can't sacrific my heirs, only one will go."
"Either one will go or none will go." barked the Twins, hoping that this time it will work.
"I remember last time you two said that and came back in pieces!" cried Thranduil, "Your father was nearly in tears when he tried to patch you both up. Listen to your father."
"I know..." the two said, and Elrond looked at Thranduil, his long friend, in surprise.
"One or none will go. I like that, since none will go, I must sincerely apologise to King Thranduil for not being able to support his two sons." said Elrond with a heavy heart, knowing that Thranduil will be crushed if anything happened to either one of them.
"I understand your positing Elrond," said Thranduil softly, "One of them are going to the heirs, you can't risk them. In our places, a female is able to inherit, and so does the eldest son, I have to sacrifice my other two dearly loved sons, but I love you both dearly, don't forget that." he said to the two of his sons, whos' eyes didn't blaze in anger and hurt, but in fierce determination.
"You two will leave early tomorrow, we need all the time we can spare." said Thranduil.
"Ada...you will be fine?" asked Legolas.
"I will be the best I will ever be." smiled the King at his youngest son.
"Forgive me for not taking care of you, I have been the wildest one, leaving the house all the time." cried Legolas helplessly.
"I understand, now shoot, get some rest. I will get things ready." said Thranduil and motioned them to all go and sleep.
When they all did so, with only Elrond and his sons remained, Thranduil turned to them and said, "I hope that I made a wise decision."
"You did, though you might think you are heartless in sending those two to near death..." said Elrond.
"I feel that as well, " grimanced Thranduil, "They volunteered, they have greate determination. I just hope, sincerely hope, that they will be safe."
"We will be." said Melandîn, and everyone in the room turned to the doorway where all the kids of Thranduil stood solmely.
"We will not let you down Ada." said Legolas. and bowed his head.
"My sons..." cried Thranduil and swept them into a hug.
"Ada." said Legolas after they parted, "Who is the Goddess? And the Heir, what are their powers?"
"Estella, Elven Goddess of Peace, the daughters name will be Estella, but mind you they usually have another name to disguise their real name."
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Fleur137 – Hey hon!! Well, thanks for ur reviews!! Keke!! It isn't really good, so yeah. Thanks neyways, *huggies* thanks for ur review!
Lisa – Yo dear! Thanks for ur review, didn't u rite fanfics? Or did u just enjoy them? Hehe, haven't seen u for a long time, u grew at all? =P
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Reviews please! I know it isn't really good, but, please?
With Luv, ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004
~Disclaimer~
My horrible imaginations will not create such wonderful characters, all credits to J.R.R. Tolkien, man I love him for creating such wonderful characters, and Peter Jackson, for finding such wonderful actors and bringing them to life.
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Walking down the wide lanes of his home town brought happiness and contention in the depths of his heart. He sighed as he realised just how much he has missed Mirkwood over the times he had been part of the Fellowship. He walked down the lane and stared at everything, while everyone stared at him. Their Prince, their youngest Prince is back, back from chasing Orcs behind horsebacks. He was a Hero, one of those who battled to destroy the Evil Ring.
With this stomach full from a hearty breakfast, his sensitive nose pricked as he picked up a familiar smell. He turned to face the smirking Elandriel, who was staring at her younger brother in humour.
"Now what is funny?" glared Legolas as he stared at his laughing sister. He has gone through enough embarrassment with her laughing at his follies. Wondering why everyone is staring at him, and wondering why people will make mistakes when it comes to serve him.
"Doesn't that remind you of anything?" asked Elandriel and stepped back to show Legolas the entrace to his favourite sweet shop.
"I love those things!" cried Legolas and picked a sweet from the stand and tossed a coin to the owner, who was staring at the Prince in wonder.
As they walked a little furthur down with the noise of Legolas munching on the sweet, he shot Elandriel a confused look when she stared to laugh again.
"Now sis, what is going on?" demanded Legolas, looking extremely cute with a piece of sweet dripping down since it has began to melt.
"Well, that owner was a lady, and you tossed a coin to her that cold probably buy the whole store, man Legolas, you need to watch how much you spend, though we won't go broke, I won't have enough coins left if you buy a little candy with that, when you probably can buy 10 sticks of candy, 9 refillments for your Bow, 20 dozens of arrows, see how much you have wasted?" teased Elandriel.
"Well...just helping Ada's economy, won't kill." shrugged Legolas and continued eating.
Elandriel knew that the fact that the caring side of Legolas has continued to live. The soft-hearted side of her brother which has been always revealed to the commoners, who dearly respect their Prince for his willingness to walk beside them and eat with them instead of lazing around in the Splendid Palace which loomed above them. Many envy the lives of Nobles who can step beyond the marbled Gates. But the commoners knew that in time of crisis, those marble gates are open for them to take refuge.
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They walked back into the Palace accompanied with laughter. King Thranduil looked out his window to see his only daughter and youngest son return back laddled with bags.
"Now now, who has been emptying their savings?" he teased the who sweaty Royals who were trying to lift up their latest shopping. "I never knew Legolas liked shopping!" cried the King with wide eyes.
"I made him buy some clothes, night gowns don't worry Ada. And he needed to buy a lifetime supply of Arrows, another few knives and a sword." said Elandriel.
"Sword?" asked Thranduil, with one eye brow raised, "He never liked swords!"
"He does now! It is the lightest one we could ever find, it is made out of the finest Mirthil, the was traded with the Dwarves, who has grown friendly since Legolas befriended one of their Kin. Gimli." reminded Elandriel.
"Ah, I see, Mirthil, well, I hope it will come into use, just not hung there on the walls." said Thranduil, before wrinkling his nose. "I smell food, change and lets have dinner, lots of arrangements to make so that the whole realm could see Legolas." before he turned and walked down the hall.
With that, Legolas and Elandriel broke into a race to their rooms and changed a lightning speed before meeting their father in the dining room.
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The next day came quickly and Legolas was being hassled to dress in the royal blue tunic with silver lining. Silver blue tights, (pale blue) [Like in the last scene with him meeting Aragon in the Crowning of the King of Gondor], with soft leather boots. He was hazzled into combing his hair in the royal fashion, which he refused and pulled it into his warrior style. No one dared after Thranduil appeared and told Legolas to just 'hurry and get dressed!'
Stepping out, he looked every bit Royal as anyone could be. Before he stepped out, Falóren stepped behind him and tapped his brother lightly on the shoulder, before pinning a light silvery blue cloak and fastening it with a royal brooch. And tapped his brother lightly on the head, "Forgot something?"
When Legolas looked at his brother in confusion, Melandîn appeared with his Mithril Crown and slipped it on his head, "You need to look every bit Royal as anyone else, and as cute as you are. Make those Maiden elves faint when they see you." teased Melandîn.
A horn blew and the brother rushed to the gates on their awaiting horses, and settled down. With one more Horn Blow, the company trotted out of the safety of the Palace down the road to meet the village. With the King in the lead with Legolas and Elandriel on each side, he smiled in happiness as he watched his Elder Son Falóren ride infront of him, and his younger son behind. He watched with Pride as his people bowed low to him and their Brace Prince, who was in the center of attention. Because with a glance at the prince, many Maiden Elves have fainted into the arms of their friends, and some onto the road which the guards had to carry.
After a hestic day with the meals with the lords, and the occassional compliments he received, he finally laid his back down on his bed and sighed as he finally popped his leg up from the ground. But just as he was about to fall asleep, some urgent horn calls got him rushing out of his room and down to the halls where Gimli stood.
"Gimli!" yelled Legolas and hugged his short friend, "What happened? Weren't you suppose to be in Gondor?" questioned Legolas.
"Master Elf, Isengard has risen!" he cried. And the footsteps of the King and the rest of the family stopped in their tracks. "Orcs have destroyed the Cities surrounding it. The King is in Danger! The Orcs...no ordinary!" cried Gimli with fear in his voice.
"What do you mean no ordinary? Aren't they all some bunch of rotten flesh being horribly dumb?" cursed Legolas.
"No!" cried Gimli, "They are the dead! They are the Dead!! The ones who helped us to win the Battle of the Ring!! He has taken them!! All!! Dug them up from their graves and using the Raising Dead power to raise them and torture them into insanity!! Then poison their minds till they listen and obey him! Worst thing is that they are all skilled, they have all their past skills!! Some are elves!! They are deadly with their aims! Skilled in everything!! We are in War again!" cried Gimli in anguish.
Colours from all present elves faces drained immediately. "He knew...we are low on people..." whispered Legolas in fear. "Gimli, you are sure?" asked Legolas.
"Positive!! I was involved in scouting in the Villages of Isen, they had the last troops, and when we got their call for help and arrived, only to find nearly the whole village under seige. We fought and fought! They were so good, we had to set fire to all the houses and let them burn to kill the Orcs, along with so many innocent people!" cried Gimli. "They are moving fast!! We need help! Please Legolas, we need your help!"
"I wish I can...there is none though...we have less people than ever, so many have left for the safetly of somewhere else, our young ones are still in training, we have no hope here." sighed Legolas. And looked at his father in pleading.
His father shook his head and bowed his head. "Ada!" cried Legolas, "We need to help, they want to wipe us all from existance!! Ada, is there another way? Another way?" pleaded Legolas.
"I am sorry. There isn't another way." cried Thranduil.
"I believe so too." came a Voice behind Gimli.
"Lord Elrond!" cried Thranduil in surprise, his keen elven hearing didn't hear the approach of more horses.
"Good to see you my Lord." bowed Elrond, with his two sons behind him.
"How did you get here?" asked Thranduil.
"We just visited King Elessar and Arwen, and we came here to bring the dreaded news." said Elrond sadly.
"I guess so, isn't there another way for his?" asked Thranduil, and Elrond slowly shook his head, "There isn't another way..."
"Are we going to perish?" asked Legolas worriedly.
"There is still help..." said Thranduil with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"Legend..." a smile formed on Elronds lips.
"What is that?" everyone else in the room asked.
"Lets go into the Library and explain." Thranduil said and urshed them into the room.
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"Ada!" cried Elandriel, "What is it?" she asked desperately.
"Shhh....I will tell." said Thranduil and glanced at Elrond who nodded for the King to continue.
"Long ago, there was a story, a legend, a myth, that a Goddess fell in love with an Elven Prince. Despite the protest of both the Gods and the Elves, their marriage was held. Their love was strong and nothing could stop them. The Gods were angry and banished the Goddess from their Realm. But she died when she gave birth to her daughter. And the Gods took pity of her, because she was an immortal and couldn't die. So they revived her and made her stay in the Realm, but with none of her powers." said Thranduil to a room of quiet elves.
"Her power has been passed onto her daughter, and from then on, the Power of the Goddess would pass to her eldest daughter, and youngest, if the elder one dies in an accident. That line has been kept alive, and the last heir has been born a few thousand years ago, and still hasn't yet married, even with her Father, King of the Distand Lands, trying to get her a suitable companion. She is our only hope. She is probably the only one who can now save us from destruction." said Thranduil.
"Distant lands..." muttered Melandîn, "No one can just walk past the borders of Middle Earth into the Distant Lands, there is something that guards it. Plus, which of the Realms is she in? They have just as many realms as us, and which one does she belong to?"
"We will have to see, it is kept in secret. I would need some volunteers to go and..." began Thranduil, but stopped when all hands went up.
"No Elandriel you will not go! Falóren, you must not go, you are the Heir to the throne, I will not risk you out there." barked Thranduil as his childrens sulked, "Legolas and Melandîn, you will take half troops each and go. But remember, go different places, and keep undercover, Valdar guide you."
"I will go."
"Me too." said Elladan.
"Will Lord Elrond allow that?" asked King Thranduil.
"El and El," said Lord Elrond with their nicknames, which hinted that their father is going to plead them. "I can't sacrific my heirs, only one will go."
"Either one will go or none will go." barked the Twins, hoping that this time it will work.
"I remember last time you two said that and came back in pieces!" cried Thranduil, "Your father was nearly in tears when he tried to patch you both up. Listen to your father."
"I know..." the two said, and Elrond looked at Thranduil, his long friend, in surprise.
"One or none will go. I like that, since none will go, I must sincerely apologise to King Thranduil for not being able to support his two sons." said Elrond with a heavy heart, knowing that Thranduil will be crushed if anything happened to either one of them.
"I understand your positing Elrond," said Thranduil softly, "One of them are going to the heirs, you can't risk them. In our places, a female is able to inherit, and so does the eldest son, I have to sacrifice my other two dearly loved sons, but I love you both dearly, don't forget that." he said to the two of his sons, whos' eyes didn't blaze in anger and hurt, but in fierce determination.
"You two will leave early tomorrow, we need all the time we can spare." said Thranduil.
"Ada...you will be fine?" asked Legolas.
"I will be the best I will ever be." smiled the King at his youngest son.
"Forgive me for not taking care of you, I have been the wildest one, leaving the house all the time." cried Legolas helplessly.
"I understand, now shoot, get some rest. I will get things ready." said Thranduil and motioned them to all go and sleep.
When they all did so, with only Elrond and his sons remained, Thranduil turned to them and said, "I hope that I made a wise decision."
"You did, though you might think you are heartless in sending those two to near death..." said Elrond.
"I feel that as well, " grimanced Thranduil, "They volunteered, they have greate determination. I just hope, sincerely hope, that they will be safe."
"We will be." said Melandîn, and everyone in the room turned to the doorway where all the kids of Thranduil stood solmely.
"We will not let you down Ada." said Legolas. and bowed his head.
"My sons..." cried Thranduil and swept them into a hug.
"Ada." said Legolas after they parted, "Who is the Goddess? And the Heir, what are their powers?"
"Estella, Elven Goddess of Peace, the daughters name will be Estella, but mind you they usually have another name to disguise their real name."
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Fleur137 – Hey hon!! Well, thanks for ur reviews!! Keke!! It isn't really good, so yeah. Thanks neyways, *huggies* thanks for ur review!
Lisa – Yo dear! Thanks for ur review, didn't u rite fanfics? Or did u just enjoy them? Hehe, haven't seen u for a long time, u grew at all? =P
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Reviews please! I know it isn't really good, but, please?
With Luv, ~Heavenly Angel~
A ~Heavenly Angel~ Creation © 2004